You Only Get One Poem by Anna Greco

Sitting here, watching the days go by,
and I often wonder if every relationship is a lie.
One by one, I watch them go.
Only to have fallen so low.

Bullets loaded, one, two, three,
each of you have it aimed at me.
I hold my breath and stand still,
and I wait for all of you to fire against your own will.

First guy up, you were known to be mysterious,
yet you left me quite delirious,
I didn't know I had to tear around a wall,
but there you were, watching me fall.

You shook your head as you turned around,
leaving me there as I made no sound.
It's a good thing you missed my forehead,
or else you would have left me for dead.

'He had horrible aim, '
I heard you say as I struggled to forget your name.
Were you here to show how it's done?
Or was his just for fun?

Questions answered.
You obviously didn't have that gun mastered.
So, go ahead and walk away.
It was a relief that I wasn't your victim today.

One bullet left,
but the final guy rather get away with theft.
Stole my heart and left the track.
I swore to myself that I would get it back.

Turning my back against the memory.
It's too much for my mind to carry.
Noticing in the distance, I see a crowd.
I watch them hush themselves, as if being too loud.

I notice the gun from the very day.
It didn't move an inch from where it lay.
Standing up, I face the lot.
'Take your best shot.'